Frazz by Jef Mallett for March 15, 2022

All of a sudden NIMBY takes on a whole new meaning. (PS: that’s illegal).

Don’t be flickin’ me $#1t!

He’d better hope there aren’t any fresh ones out there.

Why is there dog doo in the yard? Don’t they scoop up after the dog finishes?

Let’s call this option #2

Why is Frazz in Caulfield’s house?

Arghhh! Irresponsible dog owners… don’t get me going! Some dog laws: 1- given the opportunity a dog will never poop in his owners yard, 2- never, ever approach a tied up dog if his master is not around, 3- a pit bull, even a friendly one will knock your legs from under you and then either lick or eat your face, 4- on a bicycle, even a fast one don’t try to out pace a dog, that just motivates them, they’ll catch up, 5- dog poop in a plastic bag will not decay, it just liquefies, 6- if you you’re not a responsible dog owner, you shouldn’t be allowed to pass on your genes (oh, and you shouldn’t own a dog either).

I spend a lot of time at a horse farm. I keep thinking the best way to clean paddocks in the winter is to borrow one of those machines that driving ranges use to gather up golf balls.

Dog poop on the lawn, a saga for our time.

I’ve never heard it called dog doot before. Duty, doodie, things like that. Maybe it’s like that.

My neighbor has a pick-up service come out 2x a week $15+ each visit.

Always thought Caulfield was a good kid, now I realize he’s just a brat.

This was the subject of a truly hilarious Crankshaft Sunday comic, about 20 years ago.

First panel shows Ed and his grandson Max putting on coats, picking up a golf club, and heading out the door. Several subsequent panels show them in the snow, making wedge shots with round, white objects. Second to last panel has them coming in and Max saying to Ed, “That sure was fun, Gramps!” Last panel has Ed hanging up his coat and his daughter Pam is asking, “Did you pick up all the frozen dog poop in the yard?” Ed answers, “Max and I took care of it!”

They have the richest, most luxuriant back yard in the state.